Third Person POV The figure with its bloody glowing of eyes watch the event that happening with admiration and deep mystery. He appear to be smiling yet his disposition say otherwise. It observe with caution, though able to distinguish who among the reflected self was the truth, the figure still has a question mark in its face. “You remind me of the past,” he said. “You really was the huntress who declared war to the darkness.” There's curiousity shone in his eyes in the split of seconds. He shrugged his shoulders and look through the images that sent the bloody eyes creautures in an uproar. “Well, it doesn't matter if you are that person or not,” he added as he close his eyes, gently breathe the calmness of the winds. “But it was a possibility. If I'm right that what I see is the fragment of yourself, your identity perhaps may akin to the highly figure who hunt in the darkness.” The glow of bloody light surround him and taken him away from disastrous of the smoke that reflected
Amidst the cloud of smoke was a mirror. Shining brightly while hovering in the distance. “That's...”I've been thinking it was strange, especially that time in the maze. Hunter even change direction as if afraid to come across that beyond strange of thing.“But...” I gaze upon it with shaken knees, while ideas flowing through my mind that tremble my heart. “Why is it here?”A creeks of a sounds suddenly abrupt my thought of the matter. I crumbled on my feet when a earth-shattering sounds disturb the silence. I gasped, thought that something just broke in the distance. It was hard to explain, but suddenly the surrounding feels like breaking apart. I look up and witness the fragments of that thing that blown away from each other. The light gives off destructive presence and it's trying to reach something, somewhere that my heart explode into a beat of horror.“W-what's that thing are doing?” I gasped to find its approaching me. It close the distance between us, in a fast and impossib
I don't know but his words just now gives me an abrupt of an idea of how I'm at my cruel end right now. Death! That's the outcome of it all... Waiting to the fragment will be a death of me, and it's chilling to even think how it will flick through my flesh and to shower the darkness with bloody gore of my being! It makes my heart to freeze and my feeling to numb... Even the thought of proceeding to the unknown place was a hair-rising and heart throbbing to say the least. The indistinct voices was coming from there and I gasped to the thought of what that's even mean. Their voice so loud in hunger, in hatred, and in unknown pain that making them to sounds so weird yet so ferocious to even visualize! I thought it was so strange, I thought that I already wakes up from that dream-like moment. So why now? I can only look up to the approaching fragments while shaken to the core. Everything seem on a slow motion and that's only add the heaviness of my heart and the thought that flow
The girl vanished like a mere illusion and unreal. I gasped and realized how much it strange. The way she spoke the words shiver me earlier, not to mention her mere gaze that trembled me to the core. I couldn't just move on and go with the flow of my course because of it. Something's tells me it really strange. Everything's strange... “Am I still dreaming?” I murmured over and over, yet the expression in my face say differently. There's seem something such as the truth of this all that been knocking me for understanding, yet I shut it up abrupty. “No need to ponder to it deeply,” I said to shove away the doubt within me. “Just a mere dream!” I staggered to step forward, as if words doesn't enough to go on. It still bothered me how that dangerous of a man feels so real, his expression and everything about him. So I feeling conflicted to everything, unsure to what's real and what's not anymore. That's so true when that girl just appeared, the same girl that I wouldn't dare to f
“Mom...” I reminded to the day she said about the realities of this world, just like the words that accompanied of it which never came to mind until this moment. I suppress the feeling that stop me from even breathing and wailed to my heart content. “After this, I'll able to see you, right?” I slowly said, as if she will able to hear me and generate me a strength to going on. “Honestly, I...don't know anymore, mom. I don't know what's going on...” The horrored in me deepened when the words came out from me, the voice so cloud and almost couldn't clearly understand. And it wasn't in my consciousness to say such that now! Why would I say such a thing? My eyes widened when my reflection to the glass-wall of a building that filled with books came to view. There I saw a version of me that has an unsighty expression in her face! “What is going on?” I almost ask in a whisper. “Wasn't the girl earlier not enough to remind me of who I am? What's with this version of me that so...unlike me
The structure and the bloody of a paint that made up the shelf made it possible for me to sigh in relief. The glow in his eyes that I thought absurd to even mention was no other than the cause of the blinding light that cause me to even blink. It fill the place with a bloody glow, accompanied the cry of my heart that finally rest to silent. “This place so dare to me,” he said, his eyes on the particular shelf that continuously bring me to a set of awed. “That's why I can't able to choose to leave this time and place. I just...couldn't think I have a reason to do so...” There's a glimse of both longing and deepest cut in his eyes when he face me. It was so hard for me to even grasp to what's with this kind of situation, of what to do and what this man trully feel inside. Is he in need of my ears to listen, or waiting for my suggestion or something? I cough hardly. “I can see you have your reason, I guess?” I shrugged when he only look away, feeling so conflicted. “Everyone has,” he
His words just now keep playing inside my head. There's side on me tells me to run away when I have the chance, the other one fell into silence of despair. If he was serious, then perhaps he knows what I'm thinking right at this moment!I'm easily to read, I know. Someone like this man could easily catch me even if I run like crazy for the chance of life. I know better than anyone else, yet I could only remain on my knees. I have this strange assumption that this man may able to considerate my stillness and spare my life. Perhaps because I listen to his story, now I thought he will to understand that we have some sort of connection?I'm silenlty hoping while clasping my hands that shaken in chillness. I thought he can appreciate my likeness to book. That this place may lose a chance for appreciation if I am to died the bloody and gore. He must not thought on doing that, right?But the way he said the words couldn't easily forgotten. My mind was a bitch to do such that. It was accompan
I abandoned the thought as I slowly walk behind him. He seems satisfied, nodded as a bit of soft smile plastered in his lips. He ignore the trembling of my knees as if it was natural. And it was to my shock when he says something out of ordinary. “You're still reluctant in the place like this,” he softly said the moment he glance at the otherside of the reflected wall. It was the endless wall from the entrance. We have to stumble upon the massive and countless shelf before to arrive. “What do you mean? I'm not reluctant,” I said, trying to stop the shaken of my voice. In any moment I can say I'll have to cry out loud if if will not to stop this instant. What I didn't realize was the feeling that ultimately heavied my heart until the very moment he response with a light cough. “Are you telling me you don't know?” He shrugged when I left silence and horrored. It as if that reaction was a reminder for something, though unusal he didn't further the topic. He cleared his throat before